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Si pudiera expresar lo que más siento,la palabra que usaría es Te Extraño.Qué malos son  los días cuando no estás conmigo.Todo el tiempo me parece poco para nosotros.Los días son cortos para mí, quisiera que tuvieran más horas para poder abrazarte una o dos veces más.Quedate conmigo esta noche y todas las noches, porque ya no sé como hacer para vivir sin vos,me embarga la tristeza cuando no te 
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Hoy quiero conocerte,saber que siempre estarás conmigo.No solo en los buenos ,sino también los malos momentos,porque así es la fuerza del amor que vive entre nosotros, no sólo por hoy sino por todo el tiempo que nos queda.Porque te quiero mucho más de lo que piensas, mucho más de lo que nadie pueda entender,por eso voy a hacerte mi mujer,para que en toda nuestra vidaencontremos la felicidad que 
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No puedo decirte bien lo que quieropero puedo decir que no es lo que ahora tengo.No es la vida que he soñado,no es el amor que quiero vivir.Sé que cada día mejoramos algo,pero no sé si seguir esperando,lleno de esperanzas que no se van.Un día tendré lo que quiero.No sé si será con vos, pero sé queel mundo tiene algo para nosotros dos mañana.No sé qué es pero creo que será bueno.Solo tenemos que 
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Mas nesse momento não entendo o que seja
Um pouco de amor, um pouco de paixão
Ciume que tambem é inveja tenho de certeza aqui
Muita magoa sempre se acumulando aos poucos
Sorrateira se preparando para dar um bote
Como uma cobra, mas que espalha seu veneno aos poucos
Deixando sua visão mais obscura
Me sinto um cego por não poder ver bem
Não ver o que realmente deveria
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Como se seu olhar nunca tivesse desencontrado o meu
E minha mão nunca tivesse largado tua cintura
Se meus lábios desejam um beijos, eles desejam os seus
O frio do meu corpo só seu corpo consegue aquecer
Minhas mãos só sabem despir as suas roupas
Meu corpo transpira quando lembro de você
Seu cheiro esta em todo lugar onde procuro me esconder
Em todo lugar 
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Que as vezes afastam tambem carinhos
Nos deixam destacados na multidão
Caminhantes esquecidos das nossas ruas
Vento que sempre sopra sem parar
Levando a poeira da rua para casa
Cobrindo os buracos no piso
Balançando as teias de aranha no teto
Encobrindo as marcas da humanidade
Salientando o abandono da vida
Renovando a pura e verdadeira natureza
Trazendo o 
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Amor meu

Não podendo fugir da minha insignificância
Nem querendo cair num poço de ignorância
Apenas posso expressar os meus solitários desejos
A minha forma simples e complexa de amar
Sem um tempo certo, nem um alvo muito bem definido.
Mas certeiro como o olhar da águia na sua presa
Devastador como o mais complexo dos vírus
Resistente como a muralha que divide a china
Bravio como o guerreiro 
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Cinza

Desumana rosa que é uma planta
Desabrochada como o meu antigo amor
Seca como terminou a relação
Esquecida como anda meu coração
Rosa de tantas pétalas pequenas
Cinza como o campo cheio de fuligem
Desmanchando-se em lágrimas dos meus olhos
Secando como o rio em época de seca
Despedindo-se do mundo como seu corpo fálico
Presa em um caixão de vidro
Aguada com o veneno da morte
Florescendo 
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Olhar vazio

Hoje teu olhar me parece tão triste
Perdido na distancia a sua frente
Nos obstáculos que tanto encontramos na vida
Na lembrança de um passado que se perdeu
O tempo nos castiga dia a dia
Deixa marcas encravadas na alma
Mas cura lentamente as dores do coração
E tantas que nos afligem de forma mais profunda
Remoendo as emoções que adormecem em nós
Matando aquelas bobas alegrias da 
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O Relógio

Aquele teu relógio que antes não tinha visto
Que agora encontrei aqui nessa mesinha
Esquecido por você como eu também fui
Estamos lembrando de todos os momentos
Os quais estivemos só nós três juntos
Naqueles tempos meus olhos só viam você
Nunca tinha reparado esse nosso companheiro
Ele está aqui marcando o tempo que me passa
O tempo que passo solitária sem você
Afundando em lágrimas
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Misterioso Sonho

Ontem eu tive um sonho
E nele você andava devagar
Olhava-me pela beira dos olhos
Estamos em um conjunto montanhoso
Desses comuns em tantos filmes
Mas o verde que tudo cobria
Não cobria os teus passos
Nem encobriu o momento em que você parou
O verde sumiu quando o vento fez voar teus cabelos
E tua face se encheu de um saudável mistério
Minhas poucas palavras não me lembro
Mas 
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Caricias

No silencio dessa nossa noite
Onde nossas mãos se encontram
Realizando um balet incomum
Uma homenagem ao acaso do amor
Quando não é mais possível ver a realidade
Apenas o escuro é tranquilo
Apenas a solidão de olhos fechados lhe prepara
Aguça a sensibilidade para o toque
Amplia o sentir ao máximo
Até que o mundo se resuma
A minha mão e sua mão
Juntas e separadas
Deitadas, roladas, 
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Palavras Secretas

A loucura é minha companheira de vida
Parte do que silencia durante o dia
Pois de dia o amor é cego
De dia o amor é louco
E não posso cair na luxuria
Mas a noite a minha companhia muda
Eu fico mais cego
Mais louco
Mais sexo
Mais vida
Mais escondido do dia
A noite a liberdade florece
O amor se esconde entre paredes
O sengue flue mais vermelho
E o sonho é muito mais real
O 
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Eu sonho sempre com esse beijo que nunca roubei
Com uma alegria que desconheço o sabor
E o apertado abraço o qual não lembro o calor
O momento arrepiado do primeiro toque de mãos
O jeito apaixonado numa troca de olhar
Uma vida toda que parece demorar a chegar
Não sei explicar porque o tempo parou
Na verdade mal posso pensar sobre isso
Ou sobre qualquer coisa que queira raciocinar
Minha mente 
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Pintando o Sertão

No vasto desértico desse meu sertão
Onde não é possível o verde encontrar
Até onde a minha vista possa alcançar
E tudo parece estar numa mesma cor
Uma tela em uma típica cor de solidão
Onde pela irônica falta de atenção
Derrama-se um pingo de uma tinta
Da qual se originou a mais bela flor
Em toda sua graciosa perfeição
Uma mistura eclética de cores e 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9gjRQ2qb2XBb2eu5xS0Sgt1Bsg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9gjRQ2qb2XBb2eu5xS0Sgt1Bsg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OMeuBlogDeEscrever/~4/8lQrEHcvgtM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://rosbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/pintando-o-serto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGRnY9fyp7ImA9WxRXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630999092996244375.post-5197613743838326885</id><published>2008-10-21T09:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:03:47.867-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T13:03:47.867-03:00</app:edited><title>A volta!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rosbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5197613743838326885/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3630999092996244375&amp;postID=5197613743838326885&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630999092996244375/posts/default/5197613743838326885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630999092996244375/posts/default/5197613743838326885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OMeuBlogDeEscrever/~3/A9HXo6xrnco/volta.html" title="A volta!!" /><author><name>odin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554966563332827254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4crQHKwu6-U/SKN0Bif9zxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/X5GUAe-6VtY/s1600-R/odin2ap2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Como eu poderia me perder no teu sorriso morenaSe você me vira o rosto quando eu te queru tantoE me deixa tentado ao teu cabelo sedosoQue espalha um perfume tentador no arUm cheiro que adorava sentir perto do seu pescoçoPouco antes de fazer tua boca minhaPouco antes de te mostrar meu lado mais imaturoMeu mais fragil espelho, aquele que reflete o amor por você.Ae, tou de volta na área! É bom poder
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